Saturday, November 06, 2004

Reaching Out

Maureen Dowd, the crown queen of the lunatic fringe, weighs in with some additional invective. Glad they're trying to bury the hatchet.

Cheer up, sweetie. We won't come for you until the very end.

Bonus: On this morning's Meet the Press, I found Dowd's performance disgusting, not because she was as venomous as she was in her two post-election columns thus far, but because she was much less so. If you're going to be intemperant in print, at least have the guts to back it up in word. She withered before her own quotations. What a coward. Like I said, Mo, we won't come for you until the very end, but we're coming regardless. Know that we'd come for you sooner if we thought for a moment that you in any way mattered.